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Welcome to hell, bitch! Car, keys, wallet, now. You hear what I said? Alright, now you listen and you listen good. This a gun. Alright? Don't be fuckin' around with no gun, white boy. Helen Keller, I'm talkin' to you! (in retarded voice) I know you hear what the fuck I'm sayin'.

Alright man, you win, is that what you want to hear you win. (Nick starts slapping himself) What the fuck? Hey man, you ain't one of them desert slashers are you? Cut a person's body up and leave it out in the desert in little tiny peices and shit, huh? Oh shit! We are in the fuckin' desert. I'm in the car with a pyscho freaky Jason hack and kill a motherfucker! Please don't kill me freaky Jason. I said please don't kill me freaky Jason! I done fucked around and caught a ride with the wrong white boy.

Nick: Look, even if I wanted to talk about it-- which I don't-- it wouldn't be with you.

T: You give her some nastiness? I know you gave her some serious nastiness. What about him? You fuck him up? You whoop his ass? I bet you hit that motherfucker with a bat, didn't you? Kling! Bah! Fucked his ass up, didn't you? Wait a minute! You capped him, you capped that motherfucker, das' why you're out here in the desert ain't ya!

Nick: Look, I didn't shoot him. I didn't say anything to my wife, I just left.

T: What you mean, you just left.

Nick: I just left, okay, I saw them doing...you know, and I... walked away.

T: What a pussy. Man, no wonder you're woman is sneaking behind your back, man. You know what your problem is, you don't have the respect of you're woman man. That's what it is. Me? I got all that. I come home, my dinner's on the table. BAM! I don't wanna hear shit woman. And when I want lovin' , when I'm in the mood, I get that too.

Nick: You're so full of shit, what would you have done?

T: Man, I'd have gone back into that house, and pulled a Terminator on the front door, boom boom boom! Who the fuck you think you're playin' with woman! Who do you think I am, some fruity pie? I ain't no fruity pie, I'm...I'm Nick Beam. Okay. I'm Nick Beam. And Nick Beam ain't putting up with that bullshit! She be cryin' you know, 'Oh Nick, please take me back please it was only one time'. I'm gonna "one time" your ass! Nick Beam is the m aster of his fate, ruler of his destiny. So if you want to cry on someone's shoulder, why don't you cry on Super Dick! As for Nick Beam, I'm fit, lit, and I damn sure ain't takin' no shit. So you...can get the FUCK...OUT! (pauses) That's what I'd have told the bitch. That's what I told the bitch. (Nick stares at him for a second and then lunges over the table and chokes him)

T: It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sitting on your rich ass in the big fuckin' house!

Nick: I'm not rich. What?

T: How big is your TV? I say, how big is your tv?

Nick: 50 inch.

T: (laughs) Get in the car, man.

Nick: Oh please, let's not make this social issue. The point is, that even if you wanted to rob a place, there are smarter ways to do it.

T: Enlighten me.

Nick: A mask! Wear a mask! You see, the police have this thing called a line-up, and when somebody recognizes you, YOU GO TO JAIL! Oh, How about this for a novel idea, case the place first. Find out if there's a security camera or a hidden alarm. Then again, why even rob a convenience store? How much money could you possibly get, two, three hundred dollars? Then what? You're set for two days! Wow!

'"T'": What do you know, Lanky?

'"Nick'": I know you go for the big score. One robbery, You're set.

Nick: That's not the point, it's beedle-headed! It's only a matter of time before you do get caught!

T: What, is beedle-headed?

Nick: It's a synonym for stupid.

T: Oh, well here's a synonym for procreation, fuck you!

T: You know, this is an all right camera for a regular eight.

Nick: It's the best on the market.

T: Let me explain something to you. If you ain't got digital, you ain't got shit. This has only got one CCD chip. Broadcast has three, Nick. Don't look at me like that. What, are you surprised I know shit?

Nick: The guy that sold me that camera just set up our computer network.

T: Windows NT?

Nick: No, just Windows.

T: Man, get out of here with that shit.

Nick: Look, here's a nutty idea. If you actually know something about this stuff, why not use that knowledge and get a job?

T: Take a good look at me. I'm not exactly the corporate colour.

Nick: That's ridiculous. If you wanted a job, you could have one.

T: There's a spider on your head.

Nick: What?

T: There's a spider on your head.

Nick: Look, I'm sorry, I'm not up on all this jive talkin', home boy lingo, what's that supposed to mean? "There's a spider on your head"?